That Biatch!

I just finished my eighth trip out to the barn today. I have a sow, Charlotte, that is due any day. I fully prepared her and had a lengthy conversation this weekend about my schedule for the week. I told her anytime before Wednesday night would work for me. Thursday is out and probably Friday morning(most likely nursing a hangover). Dan landed tickets to the Bronco/Duck game and I WILL NOT miss it. To see the ducks play here is like living in LA and being a Yankees fan. You just don't get to see them much. And thinking back on it, Charlotte caused me to miss the Super Bowl this year too. I had just finished up making some salsa and ready to sit down for a little pre game action. Being the good farm girl that I am, I want to make one last check before I settled down for some football. That was the end of my super bowl experience this year. Perfectly good salsa and beers waiting inside for me and I was out in the barn in the freezing ass cold until 2 am. So, I just warned Charlotte that it is do or die time. I asked her if there was anything I could get her....castor oil, a walk, anything to speed up the process. She just looked at me like I was a retard. I am trying to communicate better in my relationships, but I can't be the only one talking...